’ I snapped, throwing my hands down, bringing my foot up and kicking savagely at the coffee table. ‘I know him.’ he said quietly, but not calmly... It was everything but calm in his voice. Anger, tears, confusion, concern, but not calm. ‘Don’t I?’ ‘Didn’t you just hear me?’ My voice echoed as I yelled. I wasn’t going to do this, I wasn’t going to talk about it, I wasn’t going to admit it. I stood up without looking at him, turning and walking down the hallway to my room. Our room. Whatever. I. I guess he didn't intend for me to be enjoying myself, but I was nevertheless. When John finished my spanking, he bent me over one of the desk chairsand tied my wrists and ankles to it. He then proceeded to fuck all three of my holes, spending a few minutes in each one before moving to another. I'm not sure how long this went on, but I guess it was over an hour. When John finally was able to get himself off again, he used my hair to jerk himself off and then deposited his entire load in my. ”“I did do that, my love. How did she seem when she returned home?”“She seemed very content and much better able to manage her experiences as she grows older. Now she knows that she can come to me or you when she needs an answer, rather than putting herself at the mercy of boys her age, who may know nothing more than a desire to penetrate her.”“Come to my bed and let us explore that ‘penetration’ question you raised. My own experiences have not been very penetrating the last couple of days,. ”“Big words for such a small girl… Let’s see you try to fight against me.” He purrs, unzipping his jeans. Not taking them off, but sliding his 9 inch thobbing cock through the hole, pulling my thighs apart, and bringing me closer to his monster cock.“N-no, Jackson, stop!” I say more forcefully, trying to get up and away from him. He takes his hands and pulls my own arms back, behind my back. Using one hand to hold my wrists behind me, he uses his other hand to cover my mouth.“Don’t be scared.